I was so good. I stayed home. I went to the doctor’s. I took my medicine. And I was rewarded with pinkeye in both eyes and a worsening sore throat.

I keep reminding myself about Frank “two pissholes in the snow” McCourt, and all the years he spent with conjunctivitis in both eyes, infections that his family was too dirt poor to treat and which only healed when he joined the American Army. If he can deal with it that long, I can deal with it for a few days. Besides, my morning drive was marked with rolling fog, so I got to pretend that it was my pathetic fallacy.

I had hoped to coast through the day, do my important class and let everything else hang. What a joke.

• While toasting a bagel at the staff breakfast, I set something in the toaster oven on fire. Instead of being allowed to crawl into a hole, I had to repeatedly answer everyone who wondered why they smelled smoke.
• In my first period class I had to send a kid to the office, after which he called me a “fucking bitch” loud enough for the kids around him to hear.
• I had to cover a class in last period that would not stop talking during silent reading.
• After supper, I tried to use the handprint kit Little Spider & Coraline got Blake for his first birthday. After a half-hour of waiting for it to cure enough to hold impressions, we went upstairs for Blake’s bath to kill time. By the time we returned, the plaster was hard as a rock. Garbage.
• Right before bedtime, Blake picked up my water glass, carried it to my bed, and dropped it over the side (by accident, I think.) I spent 20 minutes cleaning glass shards out of the clothing strewn about the bedroom. I think I have a glass sliver. And the glass in question was an old Empire Strikes Back glass from Burger King: farewell, Lando Calrissian.

I’ve never needed a new episode of Lost more in my life.

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 11/08/2006 07:40:00 p.m.